Only coldness follows the outlines
Gloomy colors appear, only to disappear
All traces of color from distant days have faded,
And day by day, all shapes rot away
Still as beautiful as the bright sun,
Hands outstretched, but unable to feel
Even should I chase the colors fading away,
Won't they someday be erased?

As I was that day...

My fear of blindness is no more
In the prolonged darkness, I am not frightened
Even if I had something to mourn for now,
It would not bring me dread...

Even my memories of the perishing colors are now gone,
And even the outlines become warped
That last figure I saw before I became a doll...
Vividly, I remember that voice shouting
Both past days and dim colors flow away,
And my hands forever grasp for the sky
Wearing down as a piece of chalk,
Will someday my anguish too disappear?

As we were that day...

My fear of blindness is no more
In the melting colors, I am not frightened
But even now, I mourn,
For even your smile has been lost...

Echo, echoing, shrieking rain
And a voice that will someday go white
Echo, echoing laughter,
A wailing sign of you as you crumble
Not even able to see the outcome,
Cursed with these defunct wood doll eyes...!

The karakuri puppet's strings were cut...

My fear of blindness is no more
I mourn not for the same reasons you do
Not even in that final moment...
I could not then embrace you...

Though I have no attachment to the radiant days of old,
If you had only lived still,
I would search for you who I pine for,
Yet, I could not touch you gently...

That day I was struck with blindness
Was the day I rotted away as a mere wooden doll
My regret and my attachments never to fade,
My outstretched arms curse the sky